The Red Wedding Planner is not here to celebrate love—she’s here to weaponize it. Massacre Girl plays maître d’ to a nightmarish soirée of sacrifice, where guests arrive in droves only to be fed to the altar, the seer, the strider, and the gearhulk. This is a mono-black aristocrats deck drenched in blood synergy: death triggers, drain effects, and recursive fodder blend into a symphony of elegant cruelty. Whether it’s Gray Merchant making a dramatic toast, Syr Konrad counting corpses like a grim accountant, or Living Death pulling the ultimate encore, every play advances the same cold ambition: clear the board, drain the table, and walk away with the bouquet. Come for the cake. Stay for the carnage.

Note: (Sideboard is wishlist to be added as received)